Chapter 8 of kidnapped!

I do not own Kick'in It


Jack POV

Jerry and I ran out the doors of the police department and hopped in the car.

We drove and drove and drove 5 hours south.

Eventually we made it to forest I looked at the paper in my hand and it said to walk.

We got out of the car and headed out into the forest.

I wasn't sure what we were looking for but then I saw it.

An old cottage out in the middle of the woods.

The cottage looked like no one had been there in years.

We walked inside the cottage the door creaking as it opened.

Nothing was there... Just a bunch of old paper plates and broken glass on the ground.

Then I saw it a door bolted shut.

Even I knew a lock was only as strong as the door it was bolted too.

I did a quick roundhouse kick and the door fell.

I suddenly felt cold metal against the back of my head.

"'Stay still or I'll shoot!" shouted s raspy voice.

I've never been able to take orders and that hasn't changed, even with a shotgun against my head.

a few kicks and punches and this guy was already on the ground and I had the gun in my hand.

"Why do you do it?" I asked "Why do you make people suffer? WHAT JOY IS IN WATCHING PEOPLE DIE!"

The monster had a wide grin across his face, "For Fun".

I couldn't help myself the anger just came pouring out of me and I shot the bastard.

I watched his eyes roll to back of his head, I watched him as his heart stopped beating.

I didn't even care that he had died, I was even happy he died.

Does that make me the monster...?


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